Surviving As An Extra In Fantasy World Isn't Easy

After Lucas' meeting, Josh sent a message for a meeting with the Professor's Council to discuss an important issue.

Lucas' body hovered in the air as he meditated cross-legged. while using telekinesis to keep him floating.

A golden aura encased his body as he circulated his mana using his breathing technique.

He had kept tabs on many things and his mind was on the verge of getting fried. So for this, meditating to relax was the best thing a person could do.

Lucas opened his closed eyes and sighed.

"I don't know why but taking care of things like this is much more troublesome than training with Harris. I would rather get beaten up by Sir Harris than take over the administrative work."

Lucas rubbed his forehead wondering if he should become a noble if he was offered the title.

Wouldn't that mean he would sink into piles of papers throughout the rest of his life?

"Now, I understand why the Emperor and the Dukes always run away. Playing around is just an excuse, they run away to get away from paperwork and with efficient wives to take care of this, they can relax a bit."

At that time a mad thought came into his mind.

'Should I buy some slaves who are good at work like this and make them work instead of me? With slave seals and mana contracts, they won't dare to go against me.'

As the thought arose, Lucas found it hard to shake this thought.

Slavery from a point of view was wrong but if he bought a slave, not only would this help the slave to get out of hell but Lucas could also give them a better life in exchange for their loyalty.

"Should I buy a slave for real?"

RING!RING!RING!

THUMP!

"Now who is this?" Lucas grumbled bitterly as the call broke his concentration and he fell over the bed with a thud.

Thankfully he has learned his lesson before.

Falling on the bed, Lucas picked up his phone wondering who called him now to eat his head.

Just as he saw the name of the caller, Lucas got up straight with a scream.

"Mom!"

He picked up the call immediately.

[Hello, my precious boy, how are you? Mom missed you a lot. In fact, mom is missing you everyday.]

"I am doing fine Mom. How are you? Have you been well and how is Father?"

[I was not feeling well but after I talked to you I am feeling great. As per your father…]

His mother paused a little and said.

[He is also doing well.]

Lucas stared at his phone screen and knowing what this pause meant, he could only pray for his father's well-being.

'I hope your soul rests in peace.'

'Don't worry, I will take care of Mom for you.'

If Leonard heard this he would have died for real by coughing blood.

Lucas then chatted with his mother for a moment. He told her almost everything except for the troublesome things.

[If it's hard just drop out. Believe in you Mom, we have enough for seven generations to hit off without working.]

Lucas chuckled hearing his Mom's words.

[By the way, Lucas, what rank did you get? I don't care about ranks but your father is unable to sleep properly.]

On the other side, Leonard who was massaging Vanessa's shoulder suddenly screamed in his mind hearing his wife making him a scapegoat.

He was already sweating buckets when Vanessa talked with Lucas and was already prepared for the worst in case Lucas told her everything.

Fortunately, his son was sensible enough.

"My rank, huh!"Lucas fell into a pinch for a moment.

'I am going to go home soon. I should talk about everything there and come clean. It's useless to hide everything and pretend. Though, this might make her worry and question how I got stronger quickly but as a mother, she needs to know all this.'

"I have got a good rank around 1200.''

[1200...That's quite an improvement, Lucas. Don't feel down. I know you are the best and one day gonna topple everyone.]

[Okay now onto the main question. When are you coming back? It's been so long since I have seen you. My eyes are yearning for you. And if you don't come back, I am gonna give you a visit.]

"No!" Lucas almost screamed.

"I will be coming next month. Most of the things are gonna be finished by then and I will have a long vacation after that.''

[That's great. I will be waiting for your homecoming.]

"You are saying it as if I am returning home after winning the war."

[Knowing the things that had been happening there, it's already comparable to war.]

His mother spoke in a grave voice

[By the way, what about that President? Are you now close to her? Tell me, did you make her fall into your trap?]

"What? Mom, stop letting your thoughts go wild."

Lucas screamed in panic and before his mom's thoughts could run wild to the point of asking for children, he immediately thought of an excuse.

"Mom, I have a meeting with my friends. I have to go."

Lucas cut the call and breathed in relief.

'Sometimes moms are too much. She might even start talking about her grandkids if she was allowed to talk more.'

Though Lucas was troubled by his mom pestering him, his heart felt warmth and he thanked his luck that at least he was not an orphan.

Putting down his phone, he started thinking about tomorrow.

"Finally, I can get rid of those sons of bitches. Issac, I hope you will like my surprise."

.......

In a grand chamber adorned with ornate decorations, a circular table commanded the centre stage, its polished mahogany surface reflecting the glow of crystal chandeliers overhead.

Surrounding it were many layers of tables and high-backed chairs surrounded the central table, each meticulously placed, awaiting the distinguished occupants.

The room bustled with energy as individuals of diverse backgrounds and attire streamed in, their voices hushed in anticipation of the imminent gathering. The aromas of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle scent of polished wood, creating an atmosphere both formal and inviting.

At the head of the table, a podium stood tall, bearing the seal of the council and symbols of Horizon i.e. an eagle in between the place where sky and land meet.

An impressive array of microphones encircled the table, ready to amplify the voices that would shape the proceedings of the day.

Professors, adorned in attire signifying their positions, took their places around the table. Some exchanged cordial nods and whispers, while others perused meticulously organized folders filled with agendas and reports.

Many diligent workers bustled about, arranging papers and ensuring everything was in order.

The room filled in steadily, a symphony of hushed conversations and rustling papers. Each individual carried with them a sense of purpose, a commitment to the decisions to be made within these hallowed walls.

At one end of the room, Lucas strode under everyone's scrutinizing gazes and stood beside Issac with a resolute expression.

"You really got some guts. I have to give that to you." Issac spoke with a gratified smile.

"I'm still lacking compared to you, Senior Issac." Lucas replied with an equivalent smile.

"Do you think you can overturn the things here by begging and licking Julian's feet? As a man aren't you ashamed of grovelling at a woman's feet?" Issac sneered and ridiculed Lucas.

"At least, I am close enough to do that unlike you whom she doesn't even look at. And Senior Issac, you might not know but let me give you some advice." Lucas spoke with a sinister grin.

"Women like men who have guts, which you don't seem to have. After all, what do you amount to without White's power?"

"Enough of your puny talks. I have an advantage so why wouldn't I use it? I am not a poor begging commoner like you. The difference between our lives is like heaven and hell." Issac raises his voice.

"Believe me, you can do nothing. Even if you managed to gain the support of two-thirds of the other members, I can still restrain and nullify their judgment. So, instead of trying something useless, just kneel, apologize and swear that you won't be hovering closer to Julian, then I will reward you greatly with riches that you can't even fathom."

Lucas gave Issac a sidelong glance and controlled his urge to spit at him.

"There are some things that man has to get by his own hard work. And it seems you are too confident and to burst that, I have got a great gift for you."

"Gift?" Issac frowned but stopped hearing a loud voice at the entrance.

As the appointed time approached, a gentle hush fell over the assembly. Josh, dressed in regal attire, strode purposefully to the podium at the centre followed by Ami and Herman.

With a nod and a commanding presence, he called the meeting to begin, marking the beginning of the end of the meticulously orchestrated symphony of schemes of conspiracy.